Page 19 of Love and War

My pussy clutched. This was not the time or place to get turned on. But here I was getting wet because Killian was helping me and sucking on my finger.

“Sixty-five,” he said. Reaching into his sweatshirt pocket, he pulled out a small bag of something. “Here, start snacking on this.”

Not arguing, not that I had much of a choice, I grabbed a handful of the trail mix, munching on it as he pulled his phone out.

“Alright, come on.” I didn’t get a chance to say anything before he was reaching in. Picking me up I felt weightless as he pulled me from the driver’s side and carried me around to the passenger door.

Neither of us spoke as he got inside the driver’s seat and pulled away. I didn’t know what to say, so I continued snacking on the trail mix. It didn’t take long for me to begin to feel better. But I didn’t stop eating because if I stopped, I’d probably say something rude. Which would make me feel like shit since he’d just saved my life. I knew better than to let my mouth run a little wild, for now anyway.

I mean, I could wait until we got to wherever he was taking me. Then I could again tell him to fuck off and run away. I was getting really good at that. It was getting harder to do it, though. Every time he was around my space, I wanted to jump his bones. Especially now. He was looking too good in those jeans, his muscles pressed against his sweatshirt. I shouldn’t be getting turned on again by him.

He left you, my brain reminded me.

Yes. My brain needed to remind me. I needed to remember that he was there one day and then gone the next. He told me I was his, that he loved me. He showed me that there was a future. A future for us.

And he lied.

“Aziza,” his voice filtered into my thoughts. Looking up from my lap, we sat in front of my house. Thank god. But how did he know where I lived?

“How…” I began asking before Killian cut me off.

“Your phone has your home on it. GPS.” I hadn’t even realized he took my phone and was using the GPS on it.

I didn’t bother saying anything. Flinging the door open, I marched towards the front door. I knew I was running away, but it seemed like it was the only thing I was good at when it came to Killian. I used to be able to say whatever I was thinking, tell him every small thought that came in. But now, I felt like I had no idea who he was. Sure, he looked almost the same. The same dark brown hair, though the sides were now shorter while the top was long and fluffed back. His eyes were still the same gray-blue eyes that I fell in love with when I was ten years old. But he was different.

“Aziza!” Killian barked.

“Yes, Popsicle?” Rolling my eyes, I turned around. I was just there, a few more steps on the front porch. A key in the front door, and then I could escape him.

“Are you just going to keep running away every time you see me?” he asked. Standing at the bottom of the steps, he was only a few feet away. I couldn’t think straight with him this close. Never could.

“It seems like a good idea to me.”

“You can’t keep running, Aziza.”

“Watch me.” Smirking, I twisted around ready to run inside before my body slammed against the door. His body once again pressed against my back.

“I’ve let you be for three days now, moya Printsessa,” He said, pressing his erection into my back. “But I’m done. We’re either going to talk about this inside like adults, where you offer me something to drink. We sit on the couch, and we have an actual conversation.” I didn’t know how it was possible for him to dig his length into my back even more, but he was. His hands reached around cupping my sex. “Or we are going to do this the hard way.”

I couldn’t stop myself. “What’s the hard way?” I asked. I wanted to smack myself, because knowing him the hard way was going to either end—

“I put you over my knee and spank that beautiful ass until it’s red with my hand print. I eat your pussy because you were a good girl letting me help you. But then again you put yourself in danger not taking care of yourself.”

“I forgot.” My voice came out too quiet. My body shivered at his words, wanting his mouth on me again. My pussy tightened with need, wanting his hands inside my pants. His mouth on me. I almost wanted to beg him.

“Are we doing this the hard way or the easy way, moya Printsessa?”

What a loaded question. I had more emotions than I cared to admit. I wanted to shove his face between my legs. I wanted him to make me cum, I wanted to forget about all the horrible shit that got between us. I wanted nothing more than to let him back in, back into my heart.

“We can go inside,” I muttered. As much as I would love for him to do those things to me, I couldn’t let him off the hook.Yet.

Slowly he released me but didn’t bother stepping back.Fuck, fuck, alright.My hands shook as I searched for my house key, before excruciating moments later I found the right one. Shoving it into the lock, I fumbled with the door handle before it finally gave way.

Nearly dropping my keys, my feet just barely tripped over themselves as I glanced around my living room. It wasn’t much. An overly large sectional couch and a recliner both facing a medium-size TV and fireplace. But I had leotards thrown over the back of the couch and a few pairs of ballet shoes sitting on the coffee table. I really looked like I didn’t take care of myself. I had wrappers, Gatorade bottles half full everywhere. My laptop sitting on the floor by the couch, thankfully closed.

The door closed behind me. Fuck, Killian was going to think I was a slob. I mean, when was the last time I actually cleaned? I couldn’t remember. Between chasing Holly from the house and ballet classes four days out of the week, along with keeping tabs on Luca, I was always so exhausted that I couldn’t bring myself to clean.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” I mumbled. I was completely embarrassed he was witnessing this.

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